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A neutron walking down the street with a neutral smile and putrid feet and a great big slice of muon pie will he eat it-yes believe it - there's a glimmer in his eye.
He turned into the door of the positron bar and the fuzzy cloud of drunkards said you know not where you are.
What you are.
Why a black hole eats a star get out, turn back! the atom's shaking, shrinking like the dream at waking-has our loving lord forsaken all the work we've done on the riddle?
Shuffle over to the red strange positive pub, where there won't be an explosion and the barmaid's got big bubs,
with a cutie or a beauty and a jukebox spewing a love song to the sparticle, whose existence is so brief you've gotta name that tune in one ten-thousandth of a virtual note yesterday.